Starry Night Poems - Poems about Starry Night

When eventide comes to enfold the light Cerulean haze slither into the spiraling sky While starlight speckled midnight's dainty face 'Neath the cascade of their aureolin glow The valley descends into slumber deep As lilting waves beguiled the crescent's beam Selene's eyes delight in these astral blooms Where dreams scaffold the myriad of stars Forged in...

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the warmest memories abound...

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When Vincent stumbled home that night through a drizzle of rain ~ what was going on inside that teeming, torturous brain? Did he blaspheme heaven with every profanity and curse? Or did he gaze in awe at the stars of his exploding universe, and try to make of their blue and yellow light a poultice for his pain?...

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Midnight and, far from my town's bright lights in darkness of sky, I find solace in darkness of sky, I seek freedom I looked at the glittery trail of stars the satellites moving as if stars are racing the pleiades looking like a small ursa major I lay my head on the grass before fog comes to obscure my view before it's...

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On the velvet mantle of night, Twinkling, twinkling, dancing stars Drag me toward their beat And I no longer feel weighted by gravity. My feet leave the floor, My arms spread wide, I'm flying with the stars, Their light dictating my moves. We waltz across the galaxies, Spinning, whirling, Liquid motion in the air. The moon shines on, Our guiding beam, while shooting comets leap by, Adding notes...

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Starry night is out of sight Van Gogh’s work, known day and night He would probably have a fright If he knew how many knew his work on sight Van Gogh’s potential he never did see Painted Starry night in a room under lock and key In a mental institute beside a calm welcoming bay An artist misunderstood by most in his...

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A Depiction of One Artist and His Starry Night ~ a precarious world of indecision a dark pallet of light this brilliant depiction , it does scream , it cries out blues and yellows swirl in a maze of defeat a crescent moon suspended in a blissful evening , hangs lone in agony I rest within this small town of hope my...

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Alas when love has birthed itself Under the star kisses of a lofting sky Luminous glittering streams From the lavender moon Swathed in orchids bloom Billowing upon your face In sheaves of gilded transient light Its lemony shimmer of sweet cantaloupes Perfumes the air around your skin Embraced by the moment between us As celestial heavens play its aria Of moonstone melodies Across the space between...

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20th February 1888, he left as snow fell in Paris, seeking warmth, bright light and colour. Provence beckoned, Arles awaited. Cold welcome soon turned warm, Vincent keen to explore, keen to advance painting style, bold colours, dynamic brush strokes. May day and the yellow house his base, hopes of a collective studio. Daring colour adventure begins, townscapes, countryside, ordinary people, self portraits. 23rd October,...

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Every day, every night, I see the starlit light. Stars continuously twinkling, Like glitters softly sprinkling. I often behold the sky, Dreaming of a time to fly. When those objects start to shine, I feel their presence, sheer divine. Thinking of soaring high, Alas, I always sigh! Nevertheless, why do they shine bright? What to do with my yearning sight? In the vastness of night, I search...

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Beneath a sky of velvet, deep and blue, Where stars like diamonds twinkle, bright and clear, My heart, a vessel, filled with love for you, Admires the beauty that you always wear. Your eyes, like galaxies, vast and unknown, Reflect the universe, a cosmic sight, Your laughter, music, sweeter than a tone, Dispels the darkness, fills my world with light. And as I...

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stars kaleidoscope across the night sky while chirping like blue robins perched upon the starry starry night...

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Robert Sherriff 'Australian' Author-Poet-Actor-Model-Singer/songwriter Robert Sherriff - Starry Night ROBERT SHERRIFF, poet, singer, actor, - American historian, - photographer Starry Night spoke to me about this master's work, His life, his pain, his hurt. To then cut his ear off, and then the final call, Like a great actor upon the stage for one last curtain fall. The man had the...

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On Starry Night ...

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The Starry Night Holding onto the iron window, gazing at Alpilles, It's a magnificent night, filled with stars, I wonder, is it possible? I'm on hills, Reaching the peak and touching the stars. I truly enjoy walking in a wheat field, I'm about to lose my mind in front of the Morning Star. The smoothly breezing wind hits my face, Making...

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